The following are things I found out after a long evening of conferences and a little self medication:
Keyboard keys are tricky little things.
My slippers can run away from me.
Words don't quite look the way they should.
I can see better out of one eye.
Comedic movies are fucking hilarious!
If you close your eyes it feels like you're standing on your head.
I can hear the toilet running in any room in the house.
The guy from "How I Met Your Mother" is wicked funny and has a large penis.
Facebook if fun...ooops, those slippery keys again.
I will probably regret this in the morning, but damn it was worth it after conferences tonight!
My arms are heavy and my lips are numb? Strange.
Seriously, I can see better out of one eye.
Man, those slippers are slippery.
Okay, forget the slippers, too difficult.
Words have no meaning.
My head feels like a balloon...wait, I think someone already wrote that.
I find the line "He beat someone up with a starfish" to be hilarious.
I would like to be rich. Yes, that would be fun.
How the hell did my jeans get onto the middle of the living room floor?
I never realized I'm a mouth breather.
Is Hawaii the mediation spot between American and European sexual traditions? I mean, can people come together in Hawaii over such disparities as monogamy and free love?
Why do we celebrate romance on the day of a bloody massacre?
Where the bullocks are my slippers!
Observation 72
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8 comments:
I love it when you drunk blog us.
HAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAAAA! Almost as good as a 3 A.M. rant, eh? I'm so going to regret this in the morning.
I saw that I had two comments and I forgot I wrote a reply to you. That's just sad!
Love *is* a bloody massacre. Apparently, so are conferences....
Dang it! Emily stole my line. The last time I wrote drunk was when I was describing my run through the torrential downpour in town to the Bistro to meet up with Tim and Emily. Your drunkeness is funnier!
Wonder what it would be like to test yourself blogging under the influence of different substances? One night, alcohol; the next night, mashed potatoes; the next night, coconut cake; the next night, marijuana.
My arms go numb when I'm starting to be quite drunk--haven't noticed whether anything happens to my lips, but maybe that's because they are also numb. Who knows? I'm willing to be a lab rat. ~ The recently married "R"
Yes, I think I imbibed a bit more than I thought...lesson to all the kiddies out there! Anyway, I got it into my head (and was totally entertaining myself) with the idea that I would write down the things I was noticing. This was probably around my third glass of wine, and it took some doing to type those sentences. We'll just call it an experiment.
As far as further experimentation, who knows? Someday I may write an entire novel while shoveling chocolate cake into my face at an alarming rate. It will probably be my most noted work, especially after they have to cart my body from the house on one of those wide-load stretchers when I'm finished with it (all the cake and the novel).
I learned many things last night, and I'm grateful to Bacchus that I was well enough after five hours of sleep to shower, eat, and teach five grammar lessons in a row today. I did sleep when I got home; otherwise, no hard feelings from the old head-to-toe. I'll treat her really well tonight. ;-)
The visual of you, the cake, and the loader is hilarious! Yes, must have more experimentation! Who's in?
Oh yeah. I'll be a guinea pig.
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